Taking a small pause from the packing of her meager belongings, Setsuna sighed and glanced up, taking a look around the room. It wasn't the room she'd spent most of her time in, but she'd still spent a good amount in it nonetheless back when it was Ranma's, and, after tomorrow, when she finished up her last shift at the post office and then went to catch a taxi to fly back to Japan (normally now, airport and everything, unlike her jobs with the rendezvous spot), she wasn't going to be spending any more time here at all. It was really strange to think about it; it seemed almost transcendent, really. She'd miss it, she really would.

But, as she folded another skirt and laid it carefully down, she realized that it was really just time, and she was glad to be off.

[[ door is closed, although post is open! *draaaaaags out setsuna-exit* ]]

( In which an Alchemist learns it's not easy dating a Lesbian Demon ) [[ preplayed with the amazing, wonderful kitty__fetish, because we, lol, thought I wouldn't be around today. But I am! So...room is open to visitors after the event here if'n you'd like to stop by ]] [[ also, most monochromatic preplay ever? ]]

Setsuna was about two steps to being out the door and ready to head down to the salle for some training when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her shoulders suck and she let out a sigh. That's right. No training today. No training for possibly another week, at the earliest. She looked down at her right arm and glared at the bandages, because it was all that wound's fault, too.

Leaving the door open in the hopes that some distraction might pass by, Setsuna dragged herself over to her bed, plopped down, and then rolled over on her side to start looking through her bookshelf to something to distract her. As it would have it, her attention kept going toward Sun Tsu and Hagakure, but that would only make things worse.

Stupid arm. Stupid promise to take things easy...


[[ door is open; post is open! ]]

There were still...three days left in what was quite definitely the worst week of Setsuna's life, and she was quite intent to spend the rest of it in her room, until that graduation thing that she should probably go to. She sat on her bed, legs tucked up against her with her chin resting on her knees, moping. No, meditating. That was it. She was meditating.


[[ door is closed, but post, she is open ]]

Setsuna let out a small sigh as she leaned into her palm, propped up by her elbow on the desk as she idly clicked through a bunch of things Konoka had sent her about astrology and Mercury and the moon, none of which Setsuna was finding too terribly interesting, but knew she shoudl go through in case there was anything that Ami could use in there. Click, click, click. She glanced at her clock. Still some time to kill before Hunting, of which she wasn't too concerned about as far as finals go because, really, the class didn't offer her much that she didn't already know (it was 101, though, what did she expect? Not everyone had been hunting demons since they were ten...). It felt good to relax a little after her spar with Ami earlier that day, though.


[[ for kitty__fetish, but open if you want to fit in a visit. :) ]]

After handwavily leaving a note at the room for Ranma-chan to come and meet with her this morning, Setsuna prepared for the ultimate and overdue strike. The door to her bedroom was open, but Setsuna was actually no where to be seen, not by the casual passersby, carefully placed near the door that anyone who entered would not see her unless she was at a particular angle.

Ranma-chan would never even know what hit her.


[[posted early because of insomnia, woot. first part of post is for ranma_sao, but the second part will be open, open, open, then third part is back to just being for Ranma ]]

[[ yes, i'm setting up OCD for this. Because I'm a dork. ]]

Setsuna's brain was feeling very worn out and confused. While nothing about everyone turning into girls surprised Setsuna (she was conditioned to be used to it, after all, because of Ranma), it was still a little...weird. Not as weird as the fact that she was so comfortable with it. Mostly because everyone was still...themselves, so it wasn't like the whole Ranma-chan insident (ugh, where was that girl? If Setsuna wasn't so tired from sparring, she'd go looking for her).

But what was really boggling her mind was that she'd been out in the rain a lot recently, and had yet to change into a crow. There seemed to be no connection to the Fandom weirdness currently going on, but...then what was it? Had...she somehow gotten rid of the curse? How? Not that she minded, of course, but it puzzled her as to how it could happen. As she did often in these cases, Setsuna had handwavily given a call to Alphonse to come down and see her. He could always put perspective on things. Maybe he'd read something. Who knows...

She paced her room in a flurry of thought, trying to piece things together.


[[ post open, door open, yay. ]]

Setsuna was relaxing quietly in her room with a book when her phone rang.

( Happy Birthday, Secchan! )

Setsuna smiled softly. With the phone call, that was already happening. //"Okay...Kono-chan."//

There was a little squeal of excitement from the other line, and that started off a flurry of chatter that started a conversation that ended with Setsuna grinning like an idiot as she settled back in with her book when Konoka finally had to go because she was ringing up her phone bill too much.

[[ open, but mostly for those who'd want to stop by with birthday wishes; I disappear for a class in a little bit, but I'll get tags and be around all tonight ]]